There is no completion date for me getting my shit together. (When I’m being polite, I say “getting my poop in a pile.” That’s as polite as it gets with me. It probably explains a lot.) I will likely be trying and failing, and occasionally succeeding, at not being an …
It’s that time of year—the once crowded gym is more spacious, sales for organizational items disappear, blogs don’t get written. In other words, resolutions become painful, unrealized hopes being dragged around. (And all that work hasn’t resulted in any weight loss.) If denial abilities are in top shape, resolutions are …